Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's for some gymnastics
Fantastic, I on this beat B
we running shit like the Dingleberry's on four cheetahs
Flow colder Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
Trashwang scratched inside the
Got some One tickets, I should hit that up
Drive by puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans fit inside the trunk
Move over the and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole band to
Fuck the block news and the venues, can't handle us
They can't us including fruits that Frank's channeling
The Ku Klux see me and my managers
But thank me when ask where the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I suck now, I ain't still (nope)
But Chris and Rihanna's again so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's
Y'all barely breaking like self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy love this gap, yeah this grin's rare
a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm kicking it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile,
Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may seem but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a little ago
let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick
And some freckled with giant peaches that's vile
They never did catch rhino

Squadron full of lost souls
of all, it's autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his momma's for college
And coppers labeled a problem since paying for
So through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the foxholes
Moral Orenthal with a pretty in a Bronco
Hopped off the seven and stumbled into some Vatos
Threw a punch, got jumped, dusted off and walked home
Shit, like 6 p.m. and his temple throbbing
Hand in the by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas
Cautious of your crosses, at your doctrines
augmented stupid as the group is
Only slightly, write precise to get a nigga two chins
Man these stitches shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Chris
Slid a booth and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a scenic route, we on the second now
Small fry got 'em salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is easy as bulimics barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different seed and
And teeing off, believe it's Wang, nigga